My friend Ml has given up on men and after regaling her with my tale of woe from last night she said, "What you need to do is go buy yourself some Indigo Girls CDs, cut off your hair and get some big tattoos (and I apologize to the lesbians of the world...we were just joking around but it is stereotyping) and just become a lesbian." I just nodded morosely, mostly because I hate the Indigo Girls, oh and there's that deal with going down on women--I'm not really into that. So instead of becoming a lesbian I've decided to comfort myself with food...and to become a hermit for about a week. So Banquet Salisbury Steaks and Mashed Potatoes it is...mmm.

Oh and just looked at my phone, at least J loves me...he called me last night and this morning at 7:30. Too little too late. My little heart is broken over Drk. I gave my body up to that lying jerk Todd, and Matty has crushed both my heart and my ego. Oh well. Now I'm watching Oprah (not something I typically do) and watching that guy who wrote He's Just Not That Into You giving me morsels of information that most people should know as common sense...obviously I need to pay a bit more attention.